If there was a record held for who got sent to the punishment cell fastest, Gerald might have broken the record.
Refused to comply with the situation he was put in, Gerald fought hard and determined to make it difficult for the people who wanted to put that wicked collar on him. Despite being chained the moment he was pulled into the castle, they still required a few men to hold him down. Shoulders held firmly in place, the hunterâs legs were grabbed and tightened to prevent him from kicking or dodging away. Next, Geraldâs hair was harshly pulled back by a hand, head yanked backwards to expose his neck. He shouted a cry, bent arm pushed back to elbow one of the man behind him as the cold material of the collar caged the flesh of his neck.Â
âB-Bastard-â He grunted, already felt the Dragonic strength in his blood suppressed until nothing was left. He kept on struggling until someone finally threw a punch straight into his gut and disabled him. At least long enough for them to drag him to the cage and imprisoned him.
They bounded his wrists with chains and left him suspended in mid-air, pulled his arms outward as his heavy, muscular body left hanging. A spreader bar tied to his ankles, kept his legs spread and made it even more uncomfortable for the new slave of the castle.
Unable to tell how long has passed, Gerald slowly regathered his thoughts and human strength. The former hunter clenched his teeth as he endured the pain behind the bruises on his body. He caught a pair of eyes watching him from the other sides of the bars, staring at him from the dark.Â
Gerald snorted loudly and spat to the ground.
âWhat are you staring at?"Â
Gerald challenged, tone aggressive and filled with anger.Â
Quinn was a rather...Odd vampire to say the least. The man definitely partook in the festivities and activities that the castle had to offer...And he definitely was enthusiastic about it. But he also did have a bit of sympathy towards the people who were imprisoned against their will. Sure...There were quite a few people that Quinn personally felt probably benifited more from being here then out there.
After all...Some of them seemed to come from such rough and horrid lives. The hybrid has been on this earth for thousands of years...And had seen and witnessed many disgusting acts. And sure, some people benifited from this imprisonment despite their bruised prides and egos...But is that really their call to make?
Quinn was pretty sure he already knew the answer to that.
Quinn still couldnât help but be slightly annoyed when the other used that tone with him...As if he was the reason the man was in his current predicument.
âIt appears the newest fiesty, bravo slave of the castle. Let me guess...Got stuck here because you were to prideful and bad ass to give in?â Quinn teased with a small raised eyebrow. If the other was going to treat him like a villain? Why shouldnât Quinn have some fun then?